Sourcery (Terry David John Pratchett) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

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This, and Creosote’s further compliments to Conina (“your hair is like a flock of goats that graze upon the side of Mount Gebra”, “your breasts are like the jewelled melons in the fabled gardens of dawn”, etc.) are all very similar to the compliments in the Biblical ‘Song of Solomon’:

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks:

thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,

whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,

all shields of mighty men.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,

which feed among the lilies.

I did an electronic search across the entire King James bible for “jewelled melons”, but those appear to be an invention of Creosote’s. Fine by me — I was already slightly shocked to find out that “thy hair is as a flock of goats” was a genuine Biblical compliment and not something Terry had made up.